Eclogue

1  III|    stake,~Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself~Will
2   IX|     covert: come,~Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.”~
3    X|   Apollo came;~“Gallus, art mad?” he cried, “thy bosom’s
4    X| time have worn away.~But me mad love of the stern war-god
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